The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I found the best thing I could do was just to type away at my own work and let the dying die… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“but now it’s the waiting on death. it’s not death that’s the problem, it’s the waiting.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“one doesn't even think of the liver and if the liver doesn't think of us, that's fine.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I see a bright portion under the overhead light that shades into darkness and then into darker darkness and I can't see… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes you’ve got to kill 4 or 5 thousand men before you somehow get to believe that the sparrow is immortal, money… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“and I can still write a poem (sometimes), don’t forget that, and even if they don’t pay off, it’s better than waiting… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when you're old… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Endurance is more important than truth because without endurance there can't be any truth. And truth means going to the end like… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Somebody at one of these places asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“it is so dark now with the sadness of people they were tricked, they were taught to expect the ultimate when nothing… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, it was never meant to be any other… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the streets is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“nerves twitching in the sheets -- to face the sunlight again, that's clearly trouble. I like the city better when the neon lights are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“I climbed the stairway (there was no elevator) and put the key in. The door swung open. Somebody had changed all the furniture around,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“I was like a turd that drew flies instead of like a flower that butterflies and bees desired. I wanted to live alone,I felt… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“the nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while the dream… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
